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As I sit here by the window, I’m glancing outside on occasion and can’t help but be somewhat… anxious, I suppose. I honestly can’t wait for the sun to finally drop bellow the horizon and slowly become on of the most beautiful events that man has witnessed to date: the sunset. It doesn’t matter where you go, it’s always going to be there at a certain point. It represents both a continuation of life and the start of something entirely different than what came before. Though if I’m really honest with myself, I’ll admit that what I truly love about the dawn and twilight hours is the sky itself, which, in my opinion, is at its most captivating state during those times.
The sky: so wide and open, and ever so free. There have been many a time when I’ve wished that I could just soar through the sky somehow and embrace the freedom that it offers, and honestly to this day, I still do. To be part of something so vast that it seems to have no boundaries, to have the wind rushing over my skin as a soft caress and really make me feel alive; that’s what I want. Sadly, nothing comes without its price, freedom included.
With the freedom that I’ve obtained, I know that I’ve made my share of mistakes which I regret and will keep regretting, as well as a few choices that weren’t the best for me, which I wouldn’t change for the world. So with that said, to be free is to take life into your own hands and the burden of making mistakes will lie solely on your shoulders. There is indeed rhyme and reason behind having to earn the right to be free. After all, you have to be able to take responsibility for all that you do. That really does ruin our favorite pastime of finding someone to blame now doesn’t it?
